enough joy and love to see me through my most recent loss, my missing my own mother as well as those women who no longer are present in life but live large in my heart and memories: Marilyn, Faye, Sr. Libby, and now Carole. Happy Mother’s Day.
Author Archives: Carole J. Garrison
“Like her name, so is she . . .”
I convinced a family friend who belonged to a rather unorthodox Jewish congregation to name her in his temple for two of the women I loved best in this world.
The Journey of a KFC Gift Card
Avery’s personal philosophy: Better to be cheated than not to help people in need.
Caveat Emptor: Let the Buyer Beware
Self-interest at any cost is the motto of our times
Nothing is Just Red or Blue
War is a luxury this planet can no longer afford.
Holding Mother’s Hand
But that day in the museum, it was I who held her hand in mine. It was my hand supporting her, reassuring her, protecting her.
Ineffable Experiences
I suffer from acquired topographical disorientation, or directional dyslexia—I’m always getting lost
Stop the Madness
Why? Why would we want to go backwards?
Inhospitable America
Has anything changed at America’s airports? We wear masks—carts are still not free and America is still not hospitable.
If Orchids Are Promiscuous, Philodendra Are Whores
Very little that I write in this blog has anything to do with the title. I have always wanted to write a story using this title but never came up with one. There is, of course, a short history behind it that I will share. The Conservatory at the Huntington Museum of Art is knownContinue reading “If Orchids Are Promiscuous, Philodendra Are Whores”
Carole J. Garrison 